RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Writing From Winterland - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently watching as storm clouds gather outside the window,
shaking their heads in the morning breeze.
Wondering when it will be time to let go of the rain they
are holding inside of them.
Pregnant, just waiting the exact moment to empty their
contents here on earth's desert city.
A soon to be beautiful sight as raindrops fall steadily,
glistening on every leave, a wonderland to write from.
Giving poetry sublime and poignant ideas to write and
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